rune hunter

Chapter 329 The Sword of Fallen Leaves
The man in the cloak broke into the prophet's tent unreasonably, ignored the fierce eyes of the guards around him, slapped the table in front of the old man, and said viciously, "That's the woman, the dancing light snake!"

Facing the inexplicable anger of the uninvited guest, the old man opened his eyes unhurriedly, showing deep gaze.He tapped the tabletop with a bony finger, signaling the guest to relax.

"Mr. Saren, the information about that little girl...wasn't it already confirmed when you arrived this morning?" The Prophet raised his head and asked in a low voice with some doubts.

"Forgive me, but the information last night was only provided by you unilaterally. I can't use this kind of information to explain to the adults above. Today, just now, I confirmed the existence of that woman with my own eyes!" Name The man who was serving Saren lifted his hood, revealing the severely burned half of his head, and said with gritted teeth, "The feast of the snakes, that is not ordinary magic! That woman can now alone Casting that magic again shows that her strength has broken through to above the silver level."

"A magician of the silver rank? A little girl... Even if she has excellent talent, it's nothing more than that. What is it that you... and the adult behind you care so much about?" The prophet frowned, puzzled asked.

"If it weren't for this woman's obstruction in the northern border, our sect would have annexed the entire territory of the Auckland Kingdom by now!" Saren said through gritted teeth.

"If I didn't understand the power and power of your sect, I'd probably feel contemptuous of you when I heard you say that." The prophet nodded slowly, and his face finally became serious: "Who is that little girl?"

"Who? Someone with a deep background! He used to have 24 great knight guards, and he carried a sacred object that could destroy an army of undead. He was honored as a guest by the Timberwolves family, and he used the highest standard to receive distinguished guests!"

When the word "sacred object" was mentioned, Saren subconsciously touched his burned head, with strong hatred in his eyes.He sneered twice, and continued: "We don't know the origin of this woman, but we have tasted the power of this woman. The seven counties in the northern border offered her a reward of tens of thousands of gold coins, and within our sect, there is a She was invited by some great man as a regional bishop."

"You once promised me the position of the regional bishop, so it's just something left over from this little girl's play?" The Prophet snorted coldly and asked with some displeasure.

"Although it's hard to say this, it's almost like that. The impression that woman left on us is far more impressive than your fraternity." Saren shrugged and said in a low voice: "Those are actually not important. , you and I are old friends who have dealt with many times, so I can tell you some things directly. The upper echelon of the sect attaches great importance to this woman, and the reward offered is quite considerable."

"You still count on me, an old man, for things that you can't even do?" The prophet shook his head noncommittally.

Saren knew how cunning the old guy in front of him was. If there was no real guarantee of interests, he would never make a move easily.After weighing it in his heart, he gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "If you can capture her alive, I can promise you that all the conditions promised before will be doubled!"

The prophet's eyes lit up, and after pondering for a moment, he sighed and said with a wry smile, "I'm afraid it's not that simple..."

"This is the highest condition I can promise you!" Saren shouted angrily.

"The problem is not with you, but with... those people from Istaren." The prophet raised his head, looked through the tent, and looked far to the north.What really frightened him was the menacing Istaren army, and according to intelligence, the little girl named Ranstad was the leader of those Istaren people.

"The remnants of Istaron? It just so happens that we can wipe them out together!" Saren didn't take the prophet's concerns seriously. He pulled up his hood to cover his ugly face, stood up and said to the prophet, "I'm going to get in touch with the higher-ups now." , please follow the original plan to occupy the sword castle, and then be sure to delay the entry of this Istaron army. When the eyes of our lord come here, these remnants of defeated soldiers will surely be wiped out!"

The Prophet watched the envoy of the Cursed Sect turn and leave, a sneer flashed in his eyes, but he remained silent.When the silence in the tent was restored, he stretched out his withered palm and stroked lightly in the water basin beside him. With the slight rippling of the water waves, the scene of the battle in Sword Castle City gradually emerged from the water surface.

The old man elected by the nobles is the elder of the previous generation of the Beifeng family, and in terms of seniority, he is still the uncle of the current head of the family, Michelle.Although he maintained a neutral position as an elder before, after seeing the true strength displayed by Diana, he immediately decided to stand up and preside over the overall situation.Of course, this "immediately" is only relative to the nobleman's concept of time. When he stood up and walked outside the courtyard, the puppeteer had already defeated Tiana.

Just as the old man was about to cough, he cleared his throat and was about to speak, when he raised his head, he saw the eyes of the steel giant looking at him. Although the steel giant did not have real eyes, the overwhelming coercion of the gold-ranked powerhouse swept over him. He held back the words he was about to say.

As an aristocrat who has played tricks all his life, the old man is not afraid of the puppet master doing something to him at this time, but he never thought that at this time the puppet master still has a scapegoat at his door. His mental ability to accept.

The gold-ranked powerhouse who had become famous ten years ago, the well-known legend of the Oakland Kingdom, the man whose nickname was so terrifying that people forgot his real name, was pierced through the head by an arrow, half of his head It exploded into fine minced meat, scattered in mid-air like autumn leaves...

Autumn leaves?
The old man who felt that his dignity was offended suddenly disappeared without a trace, replaced by a deep chill.

The puppeteer let out a strange cry that didn't resemble a human being, and all the fragmentary parts on his body spun crazily in an instant, like a gear clock that lost logic, spraying countless small gears and high-temperature water vapor in all directions.In the mist-shrouded water vapor, the steel giant quickly disintegrated, split into five small metal puppets and fled in different directions, while the puppeteer himself pulled out the rapier from his cane, and landed silently on the ground.

The tenacious vitality of the strong gold rank should not be underestimated. Even if half of the head is broken, the puppeteer can still support this series of actions to confuse the enemy.He knew that he had encountered a truly powerful enemy, and it was nothing more than bullying and bullying children in his current state. There was absolutely no chance of winning against an enemy of the same level.

Since it is confirmed that they are enemies of the same level, this series of deceptions may not be effective. At the critical moment, what the puppeteer trusts most is still the sword in his hand.Feeling that the space behind him trembled slightly, although he wasn't sure it was the enemy, the puppeteer still turned around and stabbed with a sword without hesitation.

The rapier in the cane began to twist clockwise at the same moment the sword was drawn, and turned into a screw again in a blink of an eye. The space it passed was twisted under the sword, as if being drawn by the sword. Pulled by some force on the front, even the surrounding space was distorted into a clockwise vortex.

A long knife quietly emerged from the void, cutting across the path pierced by the spiral sword, blocking his way.No sound came from the intersection of the two weapons, but the abnormal distortion of space could be observed with the naked eye.The high-temperature water vapor permeating the surroundings suddenly found a pouring hole and gathered, converging into a howling vortex and disappearing at the focus of the weapon.

It's like a hot air balloon pierced by a needle, hot air rushes out from the needle hole, and now it's this space that's pierced. Although it's just an inconspicuous needle hole, it's enough to create a gust of wind vortex.

The puppeteer let out a roar, driving the spiral sword in his hand to spin faster again, but the knife on the opposite side remained motionless, and instead approached little by little.

That is not pure power, but the manifestation of a certain law.If the space is compared to a piece of white paper, the puppeteer wants to twist the white paper into a ball, and the knife on the opposite side is like scissors, which can easily cut the paper.The paper that is cut is still paper, no matter how it is twisted, it can be spread out again-this is the way the gold rank powerhouse fights.

"Puppet master, right? You have taken care of my family's descendants. Although these little ghosts are not very upstanding, if people think that the Beifeng family has a false name and anyone can come and step on it, then I will be a little embarrassed. Ya." A slightly mocking voice came from the other end of the void.

The puppeteer tried his best but couldn't resist the knife that opened the gate of the void. He wanted to retreat but couldn't let go of his hand. He could only watch in despair as two fingers protruded from the back of the void and tapped lightly towards him.

The puppeteer only felt a light touch on his hand, and the spiral sword that had been with him for 20 years was silently turned into debris, and at the same time, his entire right arm was also shattered.The dignified old-fashioned gold rank powerhouse has no resistance in front of these two casual fingers.

"Falling Leaf Sword Art! You are the Falling Leaf Sword Master Cyprus!" The puppeteer wailed in despair. He struggled to escape in a hurry, but his body had already begun to disintegrate rapidly.Just in the time of this sentence, his lower body also began to shatter.

When human beings face the great horror between life and death, they will always burst out with unimaginable potential. Seeing that his body is irreparable, the puppeteer gritted his teeth, raised his hand and smashed the other half of his intact head.

The broken body collapsed on the ground, turned into smoke and drifted away with the wind, and a generation of golden rank powerhouses came to an end.Just when everyone thought the dust had settled, the face of the young man who crossed over from the other side of the void changed for a while, his eyes radiated a faint blue light, and he stretched out his arm branded with runes to grab it forward forcefully, unexpectedly Grab a group of translucent white unknown objects from the seemingly empty space.

That is the fire of the soul!

"No—!" The puppeteer's miserable wailing came from the soul fire, but El was unmoved. He squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the target he caught for the first time, and then swallowed it in one gulp. go down.

(End of this chapter)